Rule of Three by Kelly Jamieson

she said, leaning back. “You know I’m right. Just think about it.”
    “Yeah. Fine.” He sighed. “We’re way over budget on the reliability solutions project. Someone screwed up on the projections and now the executive sponsors are having a shit fit.”
    “Damn.”
    “Yeah.” Just talking to her about it made him feel better though. It was always that way with Kassidy. She knew just what to say—and just what not to say. She let him talk if he felt like it but didn’t push him if he didn’t.
    “Tonight’s gonna be a blast,” he said, done talking about work. It was Friday night, time to set all that aside for a couple of days. “Everyone’s looking forward to seeing Dag again.” He listed off the names of all the friends who’d be there. “We’re all meeting there between nine and ten.”
    “At Kiss.”
    “Yeah.” He arched a brow. “That okay?” Hailey worked there and he knew Kassidy wasn’t fond of hanging out around her sister. But it was one of the hottest places in town.
    She shrugged and pursed her lips. “It’s okay. I like it there.”
    He reached for her hand and squeezed. “Hailey will be working.”
    “I know.” She paused. “We should go. I need to change.”
    “Yeah. Just let me finish this.” He drained the beer, pleasantly bitter on his tongue, and set down the bottle. “We need our check…”
    When the waitress brought the bill, Chris did a double take. “Jesus! How long were you guys sitting here? And what the fuck is Dag doing stiffing me with his fucking bar tab?”
    “Uh…Chris…”
    He glanced at her, saw the smile tugging her lips. Couldn’t help his own smile. “That asshole,” he said mildly, temper settling, and reached for his wallet. “He’ll be buying the drinks tonight, that’s for damn sure. It’s not like he couldn’t afford to clear his fucking tab before he ran out of here.”
    Kassidy shook her head, eyes dancing. “I think he might have done that on purpose. Just so we wouldn’t think he was showing off by throwing money around.”
    “Fucking cheap bastard.” But Chris grinned too as he tossed some bills onto the table. “Let’s go.”
    Back at their condo, Kassidy pouted as they walked in. “I should have come home with the things I bought instead of sitting in a bar. I could have had the curtains hung already.”
    Chris kissed her forehead. “I’ll help you tomorrow. Mmm. You smell good. Like sunshine.”
    She lifted her face to his so he could kiss her mouth. Then she wound her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. Nice. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her butt, bringing her up against his hardening cock, and deepened the kiss. Heat swept over him and when they broke apart they were both breathing heavily. “What was that for?”
    “I love you.” Her eyes, a bit hazy, met his.
    “Love you too, sweetheart.” And he kissed her again. “Mmm. Maybe we have time…”
    “No, we don’t.”
    “Sure we do. Come on…” And he pulled her over to the couch, fell onto it with her on top of him. She giggled and he slid his hands inside her shorts and found her bare ass. The thong she wore covered nothing back there. He squeezed firm, warm flesh, let his fingers dip into the crevice between. She gasped against his mouth.
    “Chris.”
    His fingers slid lower, found hot liquid. “Ah fuck, Kass, you’re wet…already…”
    She moaned and wriggled atop him.
    “We can’t let that go to waste.”
    “Or this.” And she reached between them to find his hard-on. She rubbed him through his dress pants, rolled to the side so she could unfasten them.
    “Or that,” he agreed, eyes falling closed at her touch. Soft hands delved into his pants and underwear, pulled him out. His cock filled and lengthened, throbbed with need. “Suck me, sweetheart.”
    “Mmm.” She shifted down his body and bent her head. Heat and suction surrounded him and his hips lifted in ecstasy. He dragged his eyelids open to take in